Chapter One
Shane
She hit me when I least expected it, and there was nothing I could do. She had me from the instant I lay eyes on her. As someone in my profession, who saw gorgeous girls every day of the week, I thought I’d grown immune to these sort of feelings.
I’d never been more wrong.
It had just been another day at the studio. We had a model booked, Janice Board, for a cover shoot for High Style magazine who I’d shot with for years. I was their go-to photographer for cover shoots, and thought it would just be another shoot with the latest hot blonde on the scene.
But it was nothing like anything I’d done before. Not even close.
Janice had come in like most of these types of girls do—acting like they owned the place, giving me fake niceties, making sure she rubbed her double-ds all over me when she gave me a hug, basically letting me know that if I wanted her, I could have her.
I got that all the time. Hot shot photographer like me? Every girl wanted to fuck, but not because they really liked me. They figured I was just another horny guy with a camera and if they threw me some pussy I’d give them special treatment, get them the cover shoot, and they would be the next Kate Upton.
Nope. Sorry, ladies. Not this guy.
I took my job seriously. I wasn’t about to get caught up in a scandal with some 18-year-old girl with daddy issues who saw me as a way up the ladder. I kept it professional, even when doing nude shoots, and had my assistant Nancy present the entire time. Even when a girl asked if we could “be alone because she didn’t like spectators,” I said no. My career came above everything—including pussy.
So, as I said, that day when Janice came into the studio, I expected just another regular shoot with her coming onto me and me turning her down. What I didn’t expect, was the girl she brought with her.
Holy mother of fuck! I remember thinking as she walked hesitantly in behind Janice. She clearly thought she was the ugly best friend of the hot model, wearing a beat up pair of black jeans and a loose black t-shirt, but she was anything but.
Most guys might not notice, but I did.
Those black jeans did their best to hide her delicious curves, but she was too much for them. My mouth watered as she tossed her long, mess of curls, briefly exposing her flat stomach as her shirt lifted and the hem of her pants pulled away from her skin about an inch or so. Like most girls with hips like that, she had a hard time pants whose waist fit her and were still skinny enough for her legs. All I could think of, as my cock got hard between my thighs, was sliding my hand down that gap to discover the sweet secret inside.
Her t-shirt was thick, with some kind of fake band logo on it or whatever, and hung loose, but not loose enough to disguise her incredible rack underneath. C-cups at least, and as she walked behind Janice, they bounced in a way that had my cock pulsing and my body aching for her.
No bra. You naughty little girl, you…
I’d spent my entire career staring at world class models, nude or in their underwear, but it was this girl, a random friend dressed like any chick off the street, that had my world turning upside down.
I wanted to step right passed Janice, tell her the shoot was cancelled or something, and snatch her friend into my arms and fuck her brains out right there on the floor of my downtown Manhattan studio. But this was a cover shoot for High Style. I couldn’t blow it, despite the fire inside me that was telling me I’d throw it all away for this girl.
“Shane!” Janice giggled, throwing her arms around me, smothering me in designer perfume and pressing her tits against my chest. “How are you, babe? Long time no see!”
“Hey, Janice,” I replied. “Brought a friend this time?”
“Oh, yeah! Shane, meet Jane. Jane, meet Shane. She’s my friend/assistant. Can you take my purse, babe?”
Without even looking behind her, Janice took her purse from her shoulder and handed it to Jane, who had to move quickly to keep it from dropping.
Shane and Jane…
“Hope she’s paying you,” I said to the gorgeous girl, my blood hot like fire coursing through my veins. I kept my hips tilted back as Janice hugged me so she wouldn’t feel the bulge in my pants.
Jane slowly shook her head and a mound of curls fell over her beautiful blue eyes. I backed away from Janice’s embrace and stepped quickly over to her, my eyes scouring every inch of her perfect body.
Why isn’t she in front of my fucking camera? I’d shoot a thousand images of this girl and then shoot my load all over her tits—or maybe even inside of her. I was this close to ravaging her, throwing away my entire fucking career to have her.
“You want anything?” I asked slowly. “I can have my assistant, Nancy, get you a water or a sandwich.”
Jane started to speak but stopped and cleared her throat. Her gaze had me practically drooling over myself. “W-water would be nice.”
“Nancy!” I called out. “Get this young lady a water.”
Nancy headed to the back room, and I wished Janice would join her so I could be alone with my new beauty.
“So, uhm…” Janice said slowly. I clenched a fist angrily as she interrupted our moment. “Did you get the outfits High Style sent over?”
“Yes,” I replied simply.
Fuck the outfits! I thought as I pictured Jane’s beautiful naked body in front of my canvas backdrop, posing for me in her birthday suit, being captured by my lens before I captured every inch of her with my hands. She was the most stunning girl I’d ever laid eyes on, and she had no fucking idea. She wasn’t even wearing any make-up and she had me foaming at the mouth.
“Well…” Janice said. “Should we get going?”
“Yes, we should.”
It was next to impossible to tear my eyes away from Jane, but I did it. I turned away from her and did my best to put her out of my mind for the duration of the shoot. It was only an hour long, but felt like the longest hour of my life, and by the time I was finished, I was about to lose control.
“There we go,” I said as my shutter clicked for the final shot. “That should do it.”
“You sure?” Janice asked, tossing her hair and puffing out her chest that she was so proud of. “I mean—this is the cover issue.”
“We’re good, Janice,” I snapped. “Why don’t you go change while I breakdown?”